Those of you following us on Facebook will remember when I started puppy dreaming over this black and tan boy. I know if I get another Cavalier it will be a black and tan and it was almost unbelievable that this boy would show up in my state. We rarely get Cav puppies in rescue here and black and tans are extremely rare in rescue anywhere. So when he showed up I naturally started dreaming.
Many people thought I was crazy for passing him up. I know that it seems crazy to pass up the chance to rescue my dream dog without having to fly across the country like I did for Magnus. The thing is I have very strict rules for myself about when I can get another puppy. Also it’s just not the time for me to bring a new puppy into the house. It wouldn’t be fair to the puppy or to Maizey and Magnus. The other reason is going to shock all of my Cavalier loving readers. . .
I am fascinated my other breeds. I was considering. . . a different breed. GASP! I know! You can hardly believe your eyes!
I love my Cav’s but I have concerns. As they get older I know I’m in for heart murmurs among other expensive and emotional illnesses. Grooming two Cav’s is really a lot of work. And I never have got over missing having a big dog.
Then I met my first French Bulldog a few weeks ago. I really started thinking maybe this was my big dog feel in the convenience of a small body. They are really cool dogs and have less health problems than Cav’s. So I started doing my research and contemplating a new breed.
So back to the little black and tan boy. . . He got adopted and it took the dream off the table. The coolest thing is that the people that adopted him are bringing him to puppy class at work. Plus in his class is an 18 week old Frenchie. So today I went on a mission of exploration. I figured if I went to their class I could see side by side where my heart really was. Am I a total Cav girl? Or do I want to start over with a new breed?
Any guesses as to the answer? Well, the little Frenchie boy was super sweet! He was a lover and very smart. But. . . that black and tan boy stole my heart!
I can’t even tell you why. All I know is every time that sweet, soft boy scampered into my lap I just melted. I pretty much turned into a gooshing, gooey, cooing girl. It was embarrassing! But it was a good thing to do, it settled in my heart where my true love lies. For now, it’s all about the Cavaliers!









